She jumped out of bed at the first sound of alarm. Gloria Gaynor's full throated Survival Anthem echoed through the apartment. Khushi complained to no one in particular, as she was wont to do every morning. The week was marked for graveyard shift and she was a trooper who volunteered for it every single time.

"I'll survive!" sang a full throated Gloria and Khushi made a face singing and mocking the lyrics at the same time. She kicked off the thick comforter protecting her from subzero temperatures of a wintry and much windy Chicago.
"Oh! blasted blizzard!" she cussed under her breath and groped for her warm comfy loafers in the dark.
A quick shower and light make up later, Dr. Khushi Kumari Gupta was set to attend E.R. Pulling her long, thermaliner galoshes, she checked her well fitted jeans in the hallway mirror of her apartment. Her beauty did not escape her, bringing a short smirk of satisfaction. Not prone to gloating, she quickly reminded her of dark circles under her eyes - a curse of the grave yard shift.
It was a half a mile jaunt through two inch-thick layer of snow. The pristine, white powdery snow quickly piled on the sidewalk, as her galoshes left footprints behind her. She pushed through the huge automated revolving doors of Northwestern Memorial Hospital and thumped her boots to push the snow off her footwear.

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